I'd rather not be <br />a balloon on a string, <br />bobbing and nodding <br />silent agreements with the wind, <br />helplessly tilting and <br />quietly straining <br />for blue sky that waits <br />endlessly <br /> <br />Nor would I be, <br />immobile and clumsy, <br />a rock tied to a parachute, <br />dumbly numbly <br />watching patched earth <br />swing and drift <br />upward to grab hold and <br />gobble <br /> <br />But a single feather to <br />sweep away smiling, <br />resilience floating, <br />riding on high currents <br />above what storms, <br />flying, unattached and <br />never touched by <br />rain<br /><br />Tara Crown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-fly/
